Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

Another thread sounds great. <3

A spark ignited within her breast as he blatantly trailed his gaze along the length of her slender limbs—lifting to the rise and fall of her breast as she battled internally to keep her breath from quickening, and finally to the sculpted features of her face. Flushed—she knew she gave herself way, the mask set in place dropping as she could not keep from feeling a wave of appreciation at being looked at as more than a mere lone wolf in that moment.
 
As the tips of their paws hedged closer to one another, the wraith was upward, her apple eyes lifting upward to follow his imposing frame as surprise wrought upon her features. As suddenly as the heat from his body had begun to warm her in their close proximity, it had been taken, as if waking her from the small dream she had been partaking in.
 
Her wariness returned as she rose swiftly, the graceful arch of her neck and sway of her body pressing to a more ideal posture should she need to protect herself. His words gave her pause, and her ear gave an idle flick in her consideration. No one had ever offered to hunt for her before, and she remained uncertain if the man before her believed inept of doing so herself.
 
Yet there seemed to be nothing but a candid invitation from the wolf, and she allowed her lips to quirk gently in the corners, giving a small nod of agreement. “For me, or with me?” It had been far too long since she had hunted with another, and it drew about a familiar ache in her heart.